In a fit of frustration last week, I made an announcement to several of my guy friends.
“Men are dumb. I’m going to marry Chandler Bing.”
Most of the guys quickly reminded me that Chandler Bing is fictional, but one of these friends took a different approach.
“Yes we are, and Chandler Bing is no exception.”
So maybe Chandler is too old for me and we would be “unequally yoked,” but he does represent an appealling “type” of man. Chandler cracks me up – I love his dry, sarcastic sense of humor. He’s manly, and as the show progressed, he learned how to dress better. (The early seasons with those sweater vests kill me. Yuck yuck yuck!) But in contrast to all of his sardonic ways, he adores Monica. He loves her despite her annoying idiosyncrasies.
“I’m sorry. You’re not easy-going, but you’re passionate, and that’s good. And when you get upset about the little things, I think that I’m pretty good about making you feel better about that. And that’s good too. So, they can say that you’re high maintenance, but it’s okay, because I like … maintaining you.”
Though he’s the “cast clown,” he also has really sweet moments. I’m going to miss my imaginary (non-Jesus-loving, too-old-for-me) Friend. Where will my generation turn for mindless (but oddly insightful) definition?
“The main problem with mass media is that it makes it impossible to fall in love with any acumen of normalcy. There is no ‘normal,’ because everybody is being twisted by the same sources simultaneously. You can’t compare your relationship with the playful couple who lives next door, because they’re probably modeling themselves after Chandler Bing and Monica Geller.” –Chuck Klosterman